Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Late at night, 10:10.

In the high-end community of Furman, North Brook District.

Many wealthy people choose to settle here, not only because of its reliable security resources, but also its geography and the potential for appreciation in the future.

Even an ordinary house requires over 700,000 dollars.

And Alex's house, though not overly luxurious, would still command a price tag of over a million dollars to secure.

At this moment, in her home,

Alex, who had a date with Du Wei all day, was in high spirits as she lay in her upscale bathtub, letting the hot water ease the fatigue from her body.

Compared to many other rich girls, she did not like to act all high and mighty.

Hence, after graduation, she chose to live on her own in the North Brook area of New York.

"Dear Mr. Du Wei, I wonder if you're asleep now?"

Seemingly reminded of something, Alex suddenly smiled and talked to herself.

Throughout her life, she had never been attracted to a man, but unexpectedly, she met Du Wei.

"An interesting Eastern gentleman."

Standing up from the bathtub, the warm water flowed down her smooth, fair skin, rosy through the white, making her appear even more alluring.

The epitome of a fair-skinned and rich beauty fit her perfectly.

Casually wrapping herself in a towel she took from the bathroom rack, Alex went into the living room.

On the coffee table in the living room,

There was a silver cross dagger and a bottle of Holy Water.

Of course, in Alex's eyes, these were nothing more than a cross and so-called Holy Water.

She didn't quite believe in all that hocus-pocus.

If it weren't for Du Wei's insistence that these two items were gifts from the church and cost nothing, Alex might even think that this Eastern man had been swindled.

Subconsciously, Alex picked up the bottle of Holy Water and examined it.

Although these two gifts might not be worth as much as a single cosmetic item to her,

Anything from Du Wei was considered more luxurious than any other gift.

Suddenly, the chandelier in the living room flickered.

It was brief, but Alex noticed that the brightness seemed to decrease, dimming the room a bit.

"What's going on? Is it broken?"

Alex frowned, stood up, looked up at the chandelier overhead, and then helplessly shook her head, "Forget it, I'll have someone from the property management come tomorrow, or maybe I'll just buy a new one."

With that, she didn't give it another thought.

However, as she settled down again, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

Thump thump thump...

Calm, rhythmic.

"Bang..."

Startled by the knocking, Alex accidentally overturned the glass bottle with Holy Water, scattering glass shards all over the floor.

"Just a moment, please."

Alex felt a bit distressed, not because the broken bottle splashed her with water, but because she was so careless as to damage one of the two gifts Du Wei had given her.

Damn it, who could be knocking at this late hour!

She had few friends in North Brook, and if someone was to visit, they would have called in advance.

The only ones who could be so impolite were probably the property's security staff.

It seems I need to consider moving to another house or complaining about those idiotic security guards!

As she thought this, Alex couldn't help but outline an enchanting smile on her lips.

Perhaps, being neighbors with Du Wei wouldn't be such a bad idea?

She wrapped her bathrobe tightly and donned a coat before approaching the door.

Generally, more expensive houses have two doors: one for fire safety and one for security.

Alex first peered through the peephole to check outside.

It was dim, she saw nothing.

The knocking had also stopped.

Immediately, Alex furrowed her brow and asked, "Is anyone there?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She received no response.

"Strange... Did I hear wrong?"

Shaking her head in bewilderment, Alex didn't dwell on it, but as she turned around, she noticed that, at some point, the chandelier's light had returned to normal.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Du Wei's home was pitch-dark, eerily silent.

He wasn't feeling well and seemed completely exhausted.

Spirit Vision greatly drains one's energy.

Moreover, frequent contact with Evil Spirits can easily make a person's spirit fragile.

Although Du Wei, being a psychologist, was quite good at self-regulation, fatigue and weariness still prompted him to turn off the lights and rest early.

In the living room on the first floor.

The Antique Clock on the wall kept ticking in its endless cycle.

From the shadows, a piece of paper gradually emerged from under the sofa, slowly moving towards the corner as if an invisible hand was manipulating it.

Upon closer inspection, the note read—"Cigarettes are at my place, please come and get them."

Gradually, the note moved under the Antique Clock.

A gust of wind picked it up, covering it over the clock face.

But just as the note touched the clock face.

A snap sounded.

The note instantly combusted.

In less than a second, it burned to ash.

...

May 21st, Thursday, 5:20 AM.

"Huff..."

Du Wei woke from his dream, exhaling a long breath of stale air, his disheveled hair sticking to his forehead, giving off an air of decadence.

He was sweating profusely, his heart racing abnormally, appearing utterly haggard.

"Damn it! It's that dream again!"

Du Wei rubbed his throbbing forehead, his eyes ice cold.

Clearly.

He had experienced the same dream again.

In the dream.

It was still his own house.

He lay on his bed, as if pinned down by a ghost, unable to open his eyes or move, only feeling something silently hovering above him, and from the tip of his nose, the dripping of sticky, cold liquid.

At the end of the dream, he saw.

The thing wearing a clergy nun's attire, floating above him, eyes meeting eyes, bodies parallel.

And this time, the dream was somewhat out of the ordinary.

Du Wei realized that the distance it hovered above him was shrinking.

Based on the current rate, in no more than a week, it would make direct contact with him.

Although it was a dream, it certainly was not a good omen.

"Looks like I need to figure something out, can't put all my hopes on the church's Exorcist."

He sat up in bed, his deep-set eyes staring intently at his Right Hand.

In the dream, this was the only limb unaffected.

Spirit Vision...

Evil Spirit Transformation...

Du Wei's expression turned cold, then he chuckled, pulled out his phone, and walked towards the door.

When he reached the top of the second-floor staircase, his gaze drifted across the living room and lingered for a moment under the Antique Clock.

He saw a small pile of ash, as if something had been burned there.

The phone call connected at that moment.

...

"I had that dream again."

"Hmm... your voice sounds a bit off, are you..."

"Don't worry, I'm all right, but Father Tony, I need your help now. Of course, you could also see it as, me helping you."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to find some work to do, the kind that involves Evil Spirits."